Short Story For You
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The rain arrived and made the moist market soil so muddy. I also had trouble finding a shelter to secure the money in candy wrappers. My feet ran towards the gold shop that was closed at the time. As soon as I saw the candy wrapper I had secured earlier hoping that the paper money would not get wet and torn.

The cold twilight wind came in through my oversized shirt and hit my bones straight away. I could only stand by clutching the wood I had made into an abomination to help me earn money.

Before long I saw a bunch of high school students who just got off the bus. My eyes were not separated from the students. I thought they were the same age as me but with a different fate. They're in uniform and I'm with a donation t-shirt.

My lips lifted to understand the life I was experiencing, I should be grateful not even jealous of the injustice that befell me.

The rain is now just a small drizzle, not too heavy for me to break into the warteg Bu Ina on the left of the road. I bought vegetables and rice there. Ms. Ina is a good person, whether I pay or not she always gives me 2 servings of food and it makes me realize there are still good people here.

I smiled at Bu Ina before returning to break through the rinai. Until I got to the front of the old hut without the yard where I live. I opened the door knob and put the food in the plastic serving hood. Then immediately take a towel to take a shower so that I do not get the flu, because we also have to eat tomorrow.

When I finished with my clothes, I immediately went to the guest room and ate with my grandmother. Yes, he's the only family I know. There is no mother or father just grandmother.

Grandma was already on the carpet preparing food to the plate. I sat facing him. Grandma gave me a plate and brought me rice.

We ate in silence I saw grandma enjoying with sincere fried tofu I bought earlier. True as it turns out, being grateful makes everything feel more.

After we ate, I cleaned up the dishes and washed them while Grandma was folding clothes. He was old and too old to make money. I think now I'm the one who has to support grandma after the way she's been doing all this time.

My hand massaged his shoulder slowly which began to wrinkle, his hair was also filled with gray hair.

" What time is tomorrow ?" Ask grandma.

"Hour seven I went to Grandma, the market is crowded "my word is still massaging grandmother.

"Don't be too tired, you should also rest "his advice.

I smiled at my grandmother who worried about me "yes, grandma, I'm not tired, even I enjoy when people like my voice." Convincingly convinced him.

The sound of Adzan woke me from my pillow to wudhu. I turned on the faucet and put my arm aside and started washing my hands. When I finished I immediately took the mukena and prayer mat that I had titled on the floor .

In silence I began to raise my hands up to my chest and meet " ALLAHU AKBAR ". Until I look in two directions alternately while saying hello.

I was silent for a moment when my prayer was over. I put 2 palms of my hand to the Qibla.

" O Allah, make easy today for the servant to take sustenance, bring the servant close to the good, keep the grandmother healthy and give the servant a spacious heart to receive my test " my prayer in my heart.

Look, a child busker who has nothing and in the future may not be who. But I still have a heart to accept that.

I told you being grateful would make things better. Now I'm ready with a T-shirt with Hem box red color box and a chirp from the bottle cap that accompanies my singing.

I left at 06:54, early I guess. After all my fellow coworkers had also gathered at the market. But I guess now I'll busk in the square.

In addition because now the weekend here is also a lot of people, whether students or people who are fun to spend time here.

I approached a group of people on the west side of the square and I hummed the 'comfortable' song of the admens

They enjoyed it and gave me 10,000, you know how happy a busker got that nominal.

But someone patted me on the shoulder, I turned to him. He's a student seen from a suit with the emblem of one of the universities.

" What's wrong, brother?" My toot.

" Temen I call you " said the man to a group of people wearing the same suit waving at me.

I also walked towards them.

" Dek, sing along with your brother bring a guitar" said a woman at the end.

I nodded and followed the rhythm of the brown guitar playing one of the songs titled piggy bank longs.

They stopped hearing my voice and I stopped singing.

" Eh dek continue to be good" said one of them.

I then continue my singing until the end of the lyrics "until my dear ". They clapped boisterously even until people surrounded me.

I smiled when one of my sisters collected money in my candy wrapper and gave it to me.

We talked a few times, and they asked me about my life. Like what class are you?, Of course I said I wasn't a dropout but

Never been to school.

They apologized but I was quick to tepis because this is not a sensitive thing. Then one of the women named sister Lala wanted to help me by registering to the singer event in the next city.

I was still confused as to whether to refuse or accept. Moreover, another person named brother son also supported me in following other friends.

I finally agreed and went the next day to the next town. I don't think the queue is very long. I, brother Lala and brother son sit in the waiting room.

I painstakingly gulped my saliva as I watched the other participants busy putting on makeup and styling with their sparkling clothes.

While I was silent as Lala polished me powder and lift while the son continued to advise me. And it turns out I got the last two. Which means I'll wait until the afternoon.

Finally my name was called, I was nervous in front of the jury, they looked at me strangely before I sang Rossa's song 'Takan turned away from you '

Silently for a moment they wrote notes on the paper-stated boards. One of them said that the odds of winning are only 1 and the participants are still one. So I have to wait for the jury to finish judging the last participant.

Before I really came back, I had heard negotiations from the judges and staff there.

" How ?, the previous participant had a beautiful voice while the other participant bribed us with a large nominal" said one in black uniform.

They looked confused and there was no response afterwards.

" If the money has gone in, how do you want it again" said a jury.

They compactly nodded and a person who recorded the name of the participant who escaped crossed my name from the book.

I see that clearly. If you ask disappointed or not, I will answer of course I am very disappointed especially the reason they dropped me and passed the participants because he could pay them.

The smile of resignation that lies in my mouth, I should have known this would happen instead of continuing to hope with high expectations. Right, I was wrong. What could change from a deck busker like me other than worse changes.

Stupid, right?, can I compete with those who are far from the castle above me. I immediately headed towards Lala's brother and the son who were still waiting.

They saw me confused, I kept going and asked them to take me home, right home and back to my life as a child busker with the crockery and used candy wrappers

I explained everything to them, both angry and will be complacent to the committee and jury. But soon I stopped because it was free !. I better go home on appeal should hope more. Yes I failed !.

" Deck, don't give up. You're better than them " said the son.

Smiling embarrassed I nodded, accepting all the constructive words of advice from them. Finally our feet stopped in front of my house. After saying goodbye they left, and I went into the house and hid my cries behind the room. Let me be sad, grandma don't and let this pass for tomorrow.

Back in the morning, the child busker, I was in front of a row of shops. Sing around and get a dime from some people who care. The rest will only show 5 fingers telling me to leave.

I sat in the square after getting tired of walking around. I sucked iced tea in the crowd.

"Hey, you're here again "that's Lala's sister.

" Yes out traveling, brother again free also "

" Yes, uh but I have good news for you"

I looked at him and asked, apparently my friend Lala opened a new cafe around here. And was looking for a singer for live music in his cafe.

Lala asked me if I wanted to sign up there. He was even sure I would be accepted.

At that time, Lala took me to the cafe she was talking about. She chatted with her friend and praised how good it was when I sang.

Then I was given the chance to sing with the band from their college. The owner of the cafe praised my voice. And then offered to work with him.

Of course, I immediately accepted, all cheering to thank me. I came home with a big smile and 2 sheets 100,000 as the owner of the cafe.

Tomorrow I start work, with a new job, a new look, and a new outlook.

They looked at me amazed by the clothes that were on loan. As well as thin makeup from the wife of the cafe owner. I started humming to the rhythm and even some reques of songs.

I am happy with this job. With people who appreciate me, especially with the Microphone of dreams that face my voice.